Fic: Picking Locks

[spyndisguise]

Eames surveys his surroundings, taking in every last detail that he can. The stacks upon stacks of old magazines, the sink full of dirty coffee mugs, the meticulously folded laundry piled high on the couch. He takes it in, relishing in moments of Arthur. The last moments he’ll ever get.

He shouldn’t be here, he knows this. Knows Arthur would

Comments

[ilcocoabean]

Crying when I should be working on an essay. Brilliantly written by the way.

[clair3]

guhhh kill me now >_

[shimmeree]

Well, that was a punch in the gut. Beautifully written, though.

[sillyoldbearr]

wow. my soul is ruined.

[fae_boleyn]

I... I... I think... Something just broke in me. So sad, but so beautifully done... I need to go find some fluff so I don't cry, but this was excellent.